I tend the wheat field that makes your bread
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I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed
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Mother Nature & Mother Earth
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Are two of three women who dictate what I'm worth
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I'm the farmer.
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I work in the fields all day
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Don't mean to alarm her
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But I know it was meant to be this way
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You cried a tear, I wiped it dry
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I put you up upon a pedestal so high
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If you should waiver, if you should sway
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I'd catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away
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You signed your picture with an O and X
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I bet you don't write "love" each time you sign your cheques
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All of this corn I grow I grow it all for you
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I took a hatchet to the radio I did it all for you
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You could have written back,
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You could have said "thank you"
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I guess you've got better things,
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Better things to do
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You say you love me, is that the truth?
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Although they've heard the songs, my friends want living proof
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I know your address, I ring the bell
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I bring you flowers and a.22 with shells
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I'm the farmer
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I work in the fields all day
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Never wanted to harm her
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But I know it was meant to be this way
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Straw Hat And Old Dirty Hank
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| Barenaked Ladies |
